Jaxton Ravos
Mindwalker of the Outer Rim
Dribble, drive, jump, shoot
Swish.
It was too easy almost. Jaxton loved playing Grav-ball, but no one out on Laekia could really give him any competition. His muscles were sore, his motor not full, but even even without the Force boosting his speed and reflexes few had the athleticism to keep up with him. He still played ball anyways, because he loved to do it, but he longed for a challenge. Still he didn't have the stress of having to prepare for the Onderon Drexyl or the Corustant Senators, or even the Umbaran Shadows, a team with as sketchy morals and players as their name. It was just a rec game, and he was glad to have the opportunity.
The ball clipped through the air from a pass and Jaxton made two steps to the side before jumping up and touching the edge of the ball with the tip of his fingers. He heard a scream of protest at the high tipped pass, jokingly as it was a friendly game as Jaxton fell to the floor before jumping up and securing the ball. He drove forward, met by a guarding Ithorian rushing to block him from a transition shot. He jumped up as Jaxton did, their chests pressing together as Jaxton extended his hands, reaching over the Ithorian as he pushed forward and slammed the ball into the goal over his hammer like head. The Ithorian left out a throaty sigh as he headed to the nearby bleachers as a new team came out to greet them. Oddly enough Jaxton found himself matched by a rather large man, with pink skin and blue hair, not unlike himself.
"And here I thought I was the only Zeltron this side of the Tingel Arm." Jaxton said as he went out to shake the man's hand, who kept his arms at his sides and merely stared at him.
"Don't worry, you still are." He said with a smile that was almost concerning, before the man charged forward as the game began. He defended the not-zeltron before the man raised a hand, signalling for a pass, then turned on a dime. Jaxton bit on his fake and the man swerved past him and made an uncontested shot.
"Come on, I heard you were better than this." The man taunted, before throwing the ball back to Jaxton, telling him to take it out. He drove, pressing forward with his speed, but the not-zeltron matched him step for step. He hadn't seen a man with those kind of feet since before he was a Jedi. Smiling a bit at the thought of a workout he continued to press forward, the man still covering him step for step. He took a sudden pull back and shot the ball before the not-zeltron blocked his shot and landed to the ground as Jaxton's feet also hit the floor. Their steps echoed throughout the room as they headed back to the other goal, the other members of both teams merely watching the two pink-men fight with each other. He stopped the man's drive right before the goal, before the not-zeltron jumped up, rising up to the goal. His jump was countered by one of Jaxton's, and he could tell he had the larger of the leaps. His shot would be denied.
Until Jaxton felt himself coming to the ground. Some might say he wasn't as strong or as quick as he thought he was, but Jaxton had made this move thousands upon thousands of times. He knew when gravity was pushing him down, and this wasn't gravity pushing him down. The not-zeltron rose over him and the ball over him, landing another goal. He'd been beaten twice, but this was no ordinary man. This man was something more.
"Nice moves. Who are you?" He asked as the man came back.
"No one special to you. Kida though, Kida is someone special isn't she?" He said in a voice that spoke of arrogance, pride, and attack.
"WHO ARE YOU?" Jaxton exploded before pushing the man back off of him, to which he disappeared into thin air. He looked around at the men around him and all of them were confused, wondering where the not-zeltron had gone. Jaxton's moment of examination was gone in an instant, and he began running out of the gym. He needed to go home.
Swish.
It was too easy almost. Jaxton loved playing Grav-ball, but no one out on Laekia could really give him any competition. His muscles were sore, his motor not full, but even even without the Force boosting his speed and reflexes few had the athleticism to keep up with him. He still played ball anyways, because he loved to do it, but he longed for a challenge. Still he didn't have the stress of having to prepare for the Onderon Drexyl or the Corustant Senators, or even the Umbaran Shadows, a team with as sketchy morals and players as their name. It was just a rec game, and he was glad to have the opportunity.
The ball clipped through the air from a pass and Jaxton made two steps to the side before jumping up and touching the edge of the ball with the tip of his fingers. He heard a scream of protest at the high tipped pass, jokingly as it was a friendly game as Jaxton fell to the floor before jumping up and securing the ball. He drove forward, met by a guarding Ithorian rushing to block him from a transition shot. He jumped up as Jaxton did, their chests pressing together as Jaxton extended his hands, reaching over the Ithorian as he pushed forward and slammed the ball into the goal over his hammer like head. The Ithorian left out a throaty sigh as he headed to the nearby bleachers as a new team came out to greet them. Oddly enough Jaxton found himself matched by a rather large man, with pink skin and blue hair, not unlike himself.
"And here I thought I was the only Zeltron this side of the Tingel Arm." Jaxton said as he went out to shake the man's hand, who kept his arms at his sides and merely stared at him.
"Don't worry, you still are." He said with a smile that was almost concerning, before the man charged forward as the game began. He defended the not-zeltron before the man raised a hand, signalling for a pass, then turned on a dime. Jaxton bit on his fake and the man swerved past him and made an uncontested shot.
"Come on, I heard you were better than this." The man taunted, before throwing the ball back to Jaxton, telling him to take it out. He drove, pressing forward with his speed, but the not-zeltron matched him step for step. He hadn't seen a man with those kind of feet since before he was a Jedi. Smiling a bit at the thought of a workout he continued to press forward, the man still covering him step for step. He took a sudden pull back and shot the ball before the not-zeltron blocked his shot and landed to the ground as Jaxton's feet also hit the floor. Their steps echoed throughout the room as they headed back to the other goal, the other members of both teams merely watching the two pink-men fight with each other. He stopped the man's drive right before the goal, before the not-zeltron jumped up, rising up to the goal. His jump was countered by one of Jaxton's, and he could tell he had the larger of the leaps. His shot would be denied.
Until Jaxton felt himself coming to the ground. Some might say he wasn't as strong or as quick as he thought he was, but Jaxton had made this move thousands upon thousands of times. He knew when gravity was pushing him down, and this wasn't gravity pushing him down. The not-zeltron rose over him and the ball over him, landing another goal. He'd been beaten twice, but this was no ordinary man. This man was something more.
"Nice moves. Who are you?" He asked as the man came back.
"No one special to you. Kida though, Kida is someone special isn't she?" He said in a voice that spoke of arrogance, pride, and attack.
"WHO ARE YOU?" Jaxton exploded before pushing the man back off of him, to which he disappeared into thin air. He looked around at the men around him and all of them were confused, wondering where the not-zeltron had gone. Jaxton's moment of examination was gone in an instant, and he began running out of the gym. He needed to go home.